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Flack: Kia was a winner.
Stella: And her lucky numbers add up to 17 million dollars.
Mac: And 17 million motives.

Flack: Kid definitely knew how to defend himself. Whoever did this risked a serious ass-whupping if things went south.

Flack: Listen to me, somebody in your little entourage knows this guy, okay? We made a deal, you're a confidential informant and this little pow-wow that we're having is pay up time.
Terrence Davis: I'm aware of the deal we made, sorry I can't keep coming up with all the small change though, I'm beginning to smell like pork.

Flack: Lot of high school kids hang out here. Initiations, gangs, satanic rituals...
Aiden: A good place to get high...or get laid.

Flack: Mac?
Mac: What?
Flack: If it was his son...
Mac: Flack, I need your head on straight.
Flack: It is.
[talking about training officers]

Flack: My gut as a cop? Sam wants to help us, but he's too young and too messed up to remember what happened.
Danny: My gut as a CSI is that the wound was a through and through, so where's the blood spatter? Where are the impact marks? Where's the bullet?

Flack: Our vic's this way. Floater, showed up in the middle of the sailboat race between New York and New Jersey.
Danny: I read about that. It's a reenactment of a race that happened back in the 1600s.
Mac: Yeah. Legend has it the winner got possession of Staten Island
Flack: Is it too late to give it back?
Danny: Yeah, very funny, Flack!

Flack: QT Jammer's dead.
Reiter: What'd he do? Jump out a window?
Stella: Now why would you say that?

Flack: QT Jammer. Most notorious trader in Manhattan. This guy was a Rambo. Half a billion in assets, trades commodities for a living. You think betting the NFL's tough, try betting on pork bellies, coffee, or grain. How do you bet on grain?
Stella: Look, what I don't spend I put in the bank.

Flack: So Stella told me your mysterious caller disappeared.
Mac: Haven't got a call at 3:33 a.m. in over a week.
Flack: Maybe your guy decided it was time to stop stalking you.
Mac: Maybe he's getting ready to take it to the next level.

Flack: So the Hatfields and the McCoys couldn't keep it together long enough to merge the family fortunes.

Flack: So you were just out there following the judge, trying to dig up dirt on him so your boss could blackmail him?
Pavel Danshov: Blackmail him? Nyet. I prefer 'negotiate' with him.

Flack: So... you were out there last night. But you didn't do nothing. You didn't shoot nobody, you didn't see or hear anybody shoot anybody. That's your story? That's what you're going with, Nick?
Nicholas Albertson: That's what I'm going with.

Flack: Somebody brought a group of underage girls into your club, drugged them, forced them to have sex with I dunno how many men, I dunno how many times!
Willy Burton: It didn't happen in my establishment. I don't provide women for sexual services! And I definitely don't treat them that way! You're disrespecting me, and you're disrespecting my mother cause she taught me better than that.
Flack: My apologies to your mother.

Flack: The hotel manager said that the girls did not check in with them.
Hawkes: So the guys either met them at some point that night and they all went back to the hotel to continue the party.
Danny: Right, or they were the party. Hired to, erm, blow out the birthday boy's candle